Here you go! I had lots of fun writing this one, and I hope you enjoy it just as much! Here's to both Newsie and Newsmanfan, the greatest anchorman and writers I know.

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If there was one word to describe how Newsie was feeling, it was “ow”. Ow, this hurt, that would definitely be needing more than a simple band aid, and that would probably really hurt in the morning. “Ow” just about summed up his entire career, possibly even his nominal life. He created comedy through his pain, and sometimes he would wonder if someone even cared about what he did.

When the director would yell cut Newsie found it very hard to bite his tongue and stop himself from saying. “Cut, huh? I'll show you a cut!”. Instead he would merely limp off the nearest cup of coffee he could find and nurse his wounds, both physical and emotional.
Some people had no idea how hard it was to be a news anchorman, how they put themselves in harm's way while the audience would sit at home nice and cozy and quite frankly “enjoy the show”. Maybe he was being a little too angst and just needed to wire down if that was the case, coffee was not the best choice right now.
What really bothered him was the fact that he didn't really give actual news, it was scripted and he simply read the lines before being promptly hit with something heavy. What he did was a far cry from his childhood dream of being a news anchor, about a thousand miles of a far cry in his opinion.

It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the people he worked with, or the fact that he had a job. Of course, there isn't a lot of occupations for someone created from sponge material and felt, however his work did add a whole new meaning to “adding salt to the wound”. Oh, how he dreamed of being as great as Barbra Walters or Andy Rooney, but alas his dream seemed to drift farther and farther away as the years swept away his youthful dreams. “Ow” indeed.
“Hey, good job today, Newsie!” Walter said cheerfully, his optimism evidently oblivious to the newsman.
“Thank you, Walter. It's nice to see someone appreciates my work around here.” Newsie said sarcastically before grimacing. He hadn't meant to sound so rude, or perhaps he did, he wasn't so sure any more.
“Well, why wouldn't you be appreciated?” Walter asked with childlike innocence. “You have to be one of the bravest Muppets I know!” The young muppet exclaimed in bewilderment. Newsie wearily raised a scruffy eyebrow at him in question, unsure of how to reply to his sincerity. Taking the yellow, felted Muppet's silence as cue to go on Walter continued.

“Every day you tell the news, not caring what dangers you may have to face, whether falling cows or bowling balls. Why, I really looked up to you when I was little, well little-er I should say.” Walter frowned slightly at the mention of his obvious short comings. Try as he might the newsman couldn't help listening to the optimist before him, suddenly he didn't feel hurt so much.

“And you want to know the best thing about your performance?” the younger muppet continued. “You always made me laugh!” Newsie sighed and could feel the corners of his mouth sag again. Always the fool of the court, never the king, he thought silently to himself. Seeing his demeanor change, Walter back tracked.

“No, no, no, I didn't mean it that way!” He looked frantic and Newsie felt like ruffling the boy's hair in amusement, but he refrained himself and kept his appearance casual. “What I mean is, when I saw how you were able to get back on your feet, when I saw how strong you were, it made me feel strong too.” He said.

“It helped me to get out of bed every morning and face a new day, being able to forget how short I was, and how people thought I was nerdy and weird for liking you guys.” Walter's voice became more thoughtful and soft as he continued.

“You inspired me, to be me and not try to be like the rest, you made me strong.” Walter finished happily. Newsie's mind went blank for a moment in silent contemplation. He inspired people? He, a simple actor who dreamed of being a real news anchor had helped someone, just like the newsmen and women of his childhood and inspired him. No words could possibly describe the feeling in Newsie's heart at that moment.

“You truly are one of the greats, Newsman.” Walter said before walking away to help somehow in the chaos of the theater.
“One of the greats, huh?” He murmured to himself. Pushing his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose, the newsman sauntered over to the stage doors leading to who knew where. “Ow” certainly wasn't the correct word to describe Newsie. Perhaps, instead it was “brave”.

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That was adorable, touching, and lovely! Why yes. I think I do see a wistful smile on that broad mouth...and is that a tear?

Something in my eye. 'Scuse me.

Uh huh.

Walter is the perfect foil to each and every one of the Muppets, every one of them who feels down or frustrated or underappreciated (which, at various times and in various situations, is pretty much all of them). Nice choice for a dialogue.

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That was adorable, touching, and lovely! Why yes. I think I do see a wistful smile on that broad mouth...and is that a tear?

Something in my eye. 'Scuse me.

Uh huh.

Walter is the perfect foil to each and every one of the Muppets, every one of them who feels down or frustrated or underappreciated (which, at various times and in various situations, is pretty much all of them). Nice choice for a dialogue.

VERY sweet, Figgie! Thank you!
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You're welcome!! Yeah, out of all the muppets I thought of adding to help cheer Newsie up, I knew that Walter would be the best. Thanks you guys, I'll be writing about Miss Piggy next!

Diva. The only word that would sufficiently sum up all that Miss Piggy was. She, the obvious star of the show, if that was what you called the circus her loveable frog managed. And she was proud of it, the title gave her a sense of power and accomplishment that nothing else could, not to mention the bonuses that came in green; and she didn't mean just the money either. No, her work and stardom was not complete until she had that special someone, short, green, and handsome. Kermit T. Frog, her longtime partner in acting, directing, karate chopping when necessary, and above all else, love.​

Of course, he still acted oblivious to their obvious connection, even when he was alone with her. But if Miss Piggy knew anything about love, which she did, it was completely evident to her how Kermit was deeply enthralled with her. After she had finally gotten the frog to finally kiss her, Miss Piggy instantly understood there would be no turning back. There would be no other men, or frog for that matter, in her life or heart, that alone all belonged to Kermie. She couldn't stop herself from sighing time to time thinking about all the heartbreaks she had caused after devoting herself entirely to her green love, but she also couldn't help but be a little smug in the process; she was a diva after all, she had an image to maintain.​

When asked what made her so in love with Kermit she gave all the scripted, cheesy answers that were to be expected from any lovestruck girl. His eyes are so beautiful, or his looks just astound me, maybe its his natural tone of skin, I always did admire the color green. But when Miss Piggy was alone and sat resting in a bubble bath, her makeup washed off and her hair in curlers, she would think and actually ponder the possibilities of the question. Perhaps it was his infamous collar, with all its points and how it flared out from his neck. No, she decided, while the collar did many things to her that she'd never admit out loud, it wasn't the right explanation. His webbed feet were definitely a great asset, especially when they rubbed absently against her own, she had to casually rub down the goosebumps on her arms when he did so.​

There was, however, a nagging thought in the back of Miss Piggy's mind that she desperately tried to push down into the dark depths of her soul, never to be thought of again. But on occasions it would pop up and she'd force herself to think about it. Perhaps the real reason, the absolute truth as to why she was desperately in love with her frog, was the fact he could do all those things to her. He could wash off her makeup without a rag, he could give her chills and shivers, cause her to blush prettily with his wry sense of humor and quick tongue. Kermit changed her from being the world renowned diva, to a simple woman, well perhaps simple is too strong a word. Yet none the less, Kermit changed her to just Miss Piggy, no star star on the door, or limousine, no cameras, no paparazzi, just the two of them and the world.​

She both hated and loved him for it, perhaps that was the reason for the fighting and bickering, the reason everyone and everything they both knew just disappeared and dissolved. She'd always regret it, but she'd also deny that any of it was her fault, but that was all in the past and they had all moved on.​

Of course she'd never admit this to his face, no it would be safer in her mind, locked away for no one to find. Miss Piggy could remember trying every way she could think of to please the frog, but her aggrandized efforts either resulted in being overlooked or arguments lasting for weeks on end if they were lucky. When they'd finally broken up and went their separate ways for over ten years, Miss Piggy had been heartbroken, defenseless, and no one to blame but herself.​

Now that they were all a family again, Piggy knew that she would fight to keep them together and while it was a new experience for her she would not back down. If Kermit was the leader of this group, that certainly made her second in command, and no one was ever gonna hurt them again, not if she had anything to say about it. But of course, she'd remain silent. Best not let anyone know how she felt or cared about them. She was a diva, afterall.​